A Box of Reminiscence

Intricate designs blow like a misty fog,
the sandalwood box softer than a log.
Red velvet lines the happy casket,
holding a more precious load than a basket.
Ribbons and jewels, cards and coins are kept more carefully than gold,
objects that will never be sold.
As we watch our box, time is kind,
and more and more things we find aren't
quite as sublime.
Our casket grows and grows,
with memories more pure than a rose.
Memories of songs and boats fill our mind,
but never will we ever find,
anything as beautiful as our box of reminiscence.